6 days till doomsday

I mean, 6 days until the completely fine, zero stress, nothing to worry about team dinner with the CEO. Right. Doomsday just kind of slipped out, not sure how that happened.

Here’s the thing: the team I’m on at work is what we affectionately like to call minion-level. We answer phones, we do data entry, we get stuff done. But it’s not glamorous, and in the two years that I’ve been at this job, we’ve never been mentioned at a company meeting. Ever.

So it caused some consternation when we suddenly all got a notification that the whole team was going to dinner with the CEO. To talk about the future. Of the team.

Sure. Nothing to worry about.

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